He knew it - Quinn dresses just like Rachel. Literally! When he saw it at school, he got more confused than ever and didn't say shit about it. Now, later, he lies on his bed. Thinking. Quinn and Rachel. Rachel and Quinn. In the same clothes. It must mean something...

Nope. He cannot possibly process the moral/ethical/psychological implications of what it means, so instead he reaches into his pants, grabs his dick, and has a good hard wank thinking about a blonde Rachel and a brunette Rachel taking off their sweaters and dancing around in just plaid skirts. Awesome.